Category: classic alternative

Many many moons ago I was young, naïve, and married. Not very long into my marriage, my eyes opened as to why getting married was a big mistake. Little things – or signs as I always refer to these happenings – started piling up into bigger things. One of which was my ex’s disdain for Goth and Punk music. Ummm hello… who do you think you married? It’s not like I hid the fact I was different – my appearance made it more than clear that I was an “alterna-chick”,…

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February – that magical mystical month which heralds in the last month of meteorological winter, traditionally filled with some of the coldest weather of the season. Isn’t it ironic that Valentine’s Day falls right smack dab in the middle of the month? I’m sure you’re used to my writings dripping with cynicism when it comes to that holiday; Lord knows I’ve never really celebrated the day properly. In the past, the only time I ever enjoyed V-Day was when I worked at the strip club – only because almost every…

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With just one day in the books, Depeche Mode’s new song, Where’s the Revolution, is already stirring criticism from people. I’ve heard comments to the effect of “Why’d they have to go political and socially charged with this song?” and “Why can’t they just stick to making music instead of expressing opinions?” Obviously, these aren’t life-long fans of Depeche Mode. Their songwriter Martin L. Gore, has always written explosively powerful lyrics, whether he is writing a tender love song or a socially charged anthem for the ages. You’ve…

I’ve been wanting to write this piece for over a year now, but kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bring these realities to life, or to revisit them. After further consideration, I believe these are things that need to be said. I’ve seen the countless memes, the series of photos about mental illness in general, but more specifically depression and anxiety, and I always share them so others know the struggle – but it is just a mere glimpse into the black hole of the abyss. So here…

Autumn always shows us how absolutely beautiful it is to let things go. To allow the wounds of the past fade into splashes of spectacular color. To finally let them die and float away in celebration of another year that has come to an end. For some it is also time to reach up and out to prune off dead branches that hinder future growth. The other branches might have hidden them with new life and extensions around it, but the tree knows better – no need to feed those…